No one sleeps for rest. They hope and yearn to dream
Where in your soul and mind's eye you see the mists of twilight gleam
Adding a halo to every source of light, making them seem almost angelic
Yet when you focus your attention upon them, they disappear like so many lost relics
Visions and prophetic hallucinations, the false realness is overwhelming
And as you try to savor them for just a moment longer you feel yourself delving
Deeper and deeper you dive downward, no longer able to distinguish reality from fiction
The perfect drug is created in your mind. There is no substitute and no cure for the addiction
I've gone for weeks without my fix. I've already started with the shakes
I've found no solace in the imitations. False advertising I say, they're all fakes!
My mind has pushed itself beyond the breaking point. The stress is too much to bear
I feel like a pair of broke down boots, cracked and lame from the wear
Who do you turn to when you want to score? And what will be the price of a dream?
Your mind races as it wanders, hoping to find salvation or death so you will no longer hear the screams
The screams of course are the echoes of the highs you've had. Who will you rob and what can you sell to get what you need?
Is my conscience to great a cost? How evil has to be the deed?
Once I've crossed the line to the point of no return,
Will I reach my destination or will I be damned to Hell and left to burn?
I've been sucked into the vortex. It twists and contorts me to its will, it leaves me breathless
I'm a lost soul, a smoky quartz hued wraith, an abomination walking among you. For me, sleep is restless